A friend of mine wrote this.
Wind whips around me as I walk through the cold.
The wind turns leaves into blades that cut into me like a girl's stare but the leaves are not soft like "this stare". The light breeze is like a girl's sigh; soft and calming. The mist that sometimes comes with the wind falls like her tears and blue like the deep pools of her eyes. Blowing through the blades of grass singing out like an angel, maybe playing with my hair or gliding across my skin like the feminine touch teasing me wanting to envelope me like a warm summer's breeze.
Wind whips around me as I walk through the cold.
The wind turns leaves into blades that cut into me like a girl's stare but the leaves are not soft like "this stare". The light breeze is like a girl's sigh; soft and calming. The mist that sometimes comes with the wind falls like her tears and blue like the deep pools of her eyes. Blowing through the blades of grass singing out like an angel, maybe playing with my hair or gliding across my skin like the feminine touch teasing me wanting to envelope me like a warm summer's breeze.
*sigh*
anyway. I made a blog for my photography.
http://photographylove-lucy.blogspot.com/
http://photographylove-lucy.blogspot.com/
enjoy.
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